Whisper of Thoughts
I felt a pang of bitter irony; I had spent weeks teaching him how to remain invisible in this wilderness, and now, he was utilizing those exact lessons to hunt me down.
He stopped near a small clearing.
I watched from the shadows as he froze, his head tilting slightly as he analyzed the wind. He was tracking my scent. My breath hitched as he turned his gaze toward my hiding spot. He didn't rush; he walked slowly, deliberately, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. He stepped into the clearing, leveling his weapon. "Movement detected. Engaging."
I knew I couldn't outrun him anymore. As he stepped over the final branch separating us, I lunged, not to attack, but to disarm. I twisted hi